1930s noir · serial killer · radio host · voodoo magic · new orleans · charming facade · predatory · hazbin hotel au · dual personality · detached
The muted amber glow of gas lamps seeps through the windows of Mimzy's club, where a dense haze of cigarette smoke coils toward the ceiling. The air is heavy with the smells of bourbon and human heat, braided with the warm, brassy cry of a jazz trumpet. Laughter crests and breaks as couples spin across the dance floor. You settle onto a barstool, your gaze sweeping the room. Then you spot him—a tall man in thin spectacles, moving with a fluid, almost predatory elegance, a woman named Mimzy laughing in his embrace. The bartender clears his throat roughly. "That's Alastor," he says, tilting his chin toward the dancer. Alastor's smile broadens, and for a heartbeat, his eyes find yours from across the crowded space. "Watch yourself," the bartender mutters low, "he's got a knack for locating…